working with promising writers
—in between the lines—
captivating them with their own words
under-aged over-qualified writers using language with such dexterity— agility— humor—— at times the words themselves don't know what to expect and next thing you know— you find you're counting syllables as our way with words begins to rub off onto your fingertips—you've got newsprint writers on your hands....

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

When we last saw our hero Super Brick he was in a dark alley stuck in wet cement listening to the dark laugh from someone or something on the roof top above. The someone or something jumped down from the roof and walked into the light so Super Brick could see it. It was a tall man with black hair, and a black cape with a picture of a big hammer on the back. The tall man also carried a sledge hammer and called himself “The Sledge Hammer” but for short let’s just call him The Sleg. So The Sleg was getting ready to whack Super Brick with his sledge hammer… Let’s go to one of the other super heroes Jonny Cinderblock. Jonny Cinderblock was one of Super Bricks pals. He was on top of the tallest building in the city looking for people in trouble or crime. He looked to his left, he saw nothing. He looked to his right, there he saw Super Brick, in an alley stuck in wet cement. Jonny Cinderblock thought “Oh no I must go help Super Brick.” So he swooped down into the alley where Super Brick was and pulled him out of the wet cement and put him on the same rooftop that he was on before. He said to Super Brick “Are you ok?” Super Brick replied “Yes thanks to you, thank you.”

Now that Super Brick had riches from the people of the city of Keensvile he had a mansion. So Super Brick was hanging out at his mansion. He was enjoying himself in his solid gold hot tub, when he thought he heard something. He did hear something; it was the screams of children. He jumped out of his hot tub without drying off and flew to their rescue. He had to fly a long way before he could find them. He was so distracted by all the thoughts racing through his mind that he landed on someone’s car windshield, by accident. He was so mad about the windshield that he said words he thought he would never have to say #*#*$$#*!!! After he was done with the foul language he went to find the little children. He flew away from the car and found the children in the next alley. He went to save the children when he stepped in wet cement, his one weakness. He was stuck there unable to save the poor children. He heard a dark laugh coming from the rooftop above him. It sounded like this, “Ha ha ha Super Brick I’ve got you now!”

Once upon a time there was a boy named Bob. Bob was in the junk yard looking for something to play with. Bob found a brick. He thought of a funny joke, he could put the brick in a tree, and it could fall out and land on someone’s head. So he did just that.

At a bank next to the tree there was a robbery in process. The robbers name was Albert; he had just escaped from Alcatraz upon a floating piece of drift wood. Albert the robber ran under the tree and the brick fell out on to the robbers head. The police rushed to the concussioned robber and took him back to Alcatraz.

Everybody was so happy. The people of the city of Keensville gave the brick riches and named him caption of the police station!! If you are wondering what Super Brick’s powers are and how he got them well I will tell you. Super Brick was made in a factory like any other brick. When he was on the conveyer belt he fell into a bat of radioactive toxic waste. He began to come to life he could talk, and he could fly! He swore that he would pretend to be a regular brick in till he was needed. That is how Super Brick got his powers.

writing from any angle

writing from the rooftops

passing on inspiration

you've got newsprint writers on your hands

making something of nothing— scribbling words spilling coffee cleaning up my messes scribbling coffee spilling poetry on napkins—
from behind big dark sunglasses and chronic migraines, good coffee gone cold and the hours, the hours where do they— i write. leaving traces of haiku on scraps of paper everywhere i go and working with promising writers— captivating them with their own words.
i read read read (despite the fact i'm a slow reader) and i'd say a good 75% of those books are picture books (ya, kids' books, whatever) and if i catch you standing there i'll start reading one to you, i believe every adult needs a good dose of children's lit every day. a picture book can turn around your entire perspective, make you laugh, and the pictures are just too good!
...in fact, i dabbled in the trade myself way back when (a year or so after this photo of me was taken, i do believe).
and since my 1st grade debut stories ‘how to make a peanut butter and tuna fish sandwich’ and ‘i hate saturday morning cartoons’ i’ve had words at my fingertips and now, they're at yours—
c

"write on the sole of my shoe"

robert frost

newsprint writers

under-aged over-qualified writers using language with such dexterity— agility— humor—— at times the words themselves don't know what to expect and next thing you know— you find you're counting syllables as our way with words begins to rub off onto your fingertips—you've got newsprint writers on your hands....

Cultivating an agility to write the words that always moved you...for words

Instruction and guidance is based off of a reflection of each individual's personality, ability, interests etc.. and customized, down to the last syllable, to best fit the particular needs of every writer. A relationship and ease with words will lead to confidence and agility in communicative, creative and academic endeavors. The spark that ignites it-- the initial passion, fluency and rapport with words-- is what we seek when writing from the rooftops.

but petals keep falling from this-- [six words]

writing poems on flowers

inspiring young writers through their own words

Writing from the Rooftops

Every individual session is custom designed to best fit the needs of each child-- with expressive tools from technology, internet and new media to syllable, pencil and lined notebook paper.

A relationship with words and ease with writing will lead to confidence and agility in communicative, creative and academic endeavors. The spark that ignites it-- the initial passion, fluency and rapport with words-- is what we seek when writing from the rooftops.

words words words

wonderland

we ♥ haiku

by alexis rotella

just 17 little syllables....

haiku.

Introducing Olivia.

Otherwise known as *O*Olivia is so cool she loves to write poems and loves to hang with friends! Olivia is really fun to be around. Olivia loves all animals and is happy to just be a friend to almost anyone. Olivia Loves to help people feel good and not be sad. Olivia says “If you are sad find a good friend and have a nice talk.”

by (abby)

more about (abby)

It is more about me. Well I like to dance, play soccer, and love to write all the time.I like to and write haiku, poems, six word stories and just stories about different things.At home I like to hang out with my parents and three siblings, Taylor my oldest bother, Alec my other brother, and my little sister Pyper and Gracie my dog. I’m in seventh grade and twelve years old. Well you probably know a lot a about me now.

p.s. abby in six words {by c}

in words, stories, life—pink princess.

pyper's world in black and white

pyper's world : in black and white

pyper is currently writing her intro for you.... but i just wanted to tell you one thing about her. ok, maybe two things. the other day she told me that when she grows up she wants to be a professional soccer player and professional dancer. both! isn't that great!? that just gives you a taste of how much energy she has and how different her passions are. and another thing-- watch out for her six word stories-- they are so much fun!

Reading Raquel's Files

We have a new Rooftoper named Raquel. She loves to read, she tells a great story and talks up a storm...... but there's just one thing that's-- well-- that's gonna shock you about her-- she hates to write. I know. So Raquel will be _______ from the rooftops with us. And I bet you're wondering how you're going to be able to share in the goodness of her stories if she won't write them down. I've been asking myself the same question. Let me ask her and I'll get back to you with the answer to this puzzling dilemma. But anyway, we welcome her and look forward to all her stories. She has files and files of real life adventures stored in the computer of her mind!

Introducing Peyton

Peyton joins us with her first story for Writing from the Rooftops, the story is called Crack! Ouch! It's funny and dramatic and you can read it here! Read more about Peyton very soon....